It’s almost worth having been beaten with a hammer every day for years…

because when the beating stops you feel so damn good. I’m not happy about being divorced, and I certainly never planned for it to happen. My parents divorced when I was 12 and it made an indelible impression on me. Their divorce shaped my life (for good or ill) and I never wanted my own children to have to deal with the sheer terror of seeing their parents split apart.

But now that it’s done, and I’ve had a couple of years to start rebuilding from the train-wreck of the divorce itself, life is so much sweeter than it ever was before. It’s weird, but the absence of pain feels like pleasure, if it went on for long enough. So no matter what else happens from now on, at least the daily beatings have stopped. Huzzah!